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There's a sparrow in the treetop, singing out my name He says he'll only learn the rules, when they decide to change the game There's a man down in the chapel, calling out to me And my tired old bones, long for the sea 1 They made us a promise, they wouldn't keep We poured out our life's blood, there in the deep Many's the devil's wave was sprayed upon my brow The fishing was good, but look at me now The snow falls gently, in the fold of my jeans How can I be a man, when they take away your means I keep a hand on the bottle, and my back to the wind A cold and lonely day, coming down again There's a sparrow in the treetop, singing out my name He says he'll only learn the rules, when they decide to change the game There's a man down in the chapel, calling out to me And my tired old bones, long for the sea 2 I had a boat down in Dover, built just for me, But they closed up the narrows, put a padlock on the sea So now I wander the streets of a dead fishing town Watching an angry tide, beat the coastline down There's a hall just out in Mabou, where we all used to go Our pockets lined with silver, from filling up the holds But now the place is dark and silent, dust upon the floor Probably only ghosts, ever dance there any more There's a sparrow in the treetop, singing out my name He says he'll only learn the rules, when they decide to change the game There's a man down in the chapel, I sure hope he prays for me And my tired old bones, long for the sea And my children grow, never knowing the sea! |
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